It started with a tickle, just a tingle on his shin
But no matter how much he scratched himself it wouldn’t leave his skin
He dug his nails deeper hoping to relieve his itch
He scrubbed until he bled but he couldn’t get rid of it
He thought of what the gypsy said
When she cursed him in his home
The irritation would not stop
It would consume his soul
His leg was gushing blood now
His skin was pinkish red
He tried to think of a way out
Before the itch could spread
He grabbed his sharpest knife
And then he went to work
He sliced through tendons and through bones
No matter how it hurt
He removed his lower leg
Just beneath the knee
And let out a long deep sigh
He finally found relief
He lied down on the floor
The knife had done the trick
But again he felt a tickle
This time it was on his dick
